Adrian was sitting at home on the couch with his wife, they were having a good time and talking about having a baby, and moving out of Gotham, the tv was walking about another gang being busted up and that Gotham was getting better, when he looked over at his wife her throat was slit and blood flowed from the slit "That's not right." He said disillusioned by the moment "Adrian, awaken." Was all she said and almost like it was a command he shot awake sweat covered him in head to toe it clung to his chest and froze him he looked around, this burnt out apartment used to be a gang hide out and he took it over, it was where he was staying for the moment "It was a dream." He muttered as he got out of the bed and put his t-shirt on over his head, next to be put on was his body armor, and then he loaded them with spare clips, walking over to the stash of guns he looked at them before picking up a Uzi, and a GOL sniper magnum.

All armed and ready for the day Adrian made his way to the roof of the burnt out building a cigarette clenched between his teeth, in the distance sirens howled he has been hunting gangsters and villains for a couple weeks now, and it felt great he loved to watch through his scope as he put a round right between the eyes the look of shock and fear and then their deaths, it amused him they were scum and trash and Adrian was the garbage man taking them out one at a time.